Catch Cries from Oblivious by Mick Blake

Catch Cries

One hundred years have been and gone
Since you penned your protest song
And once again, it's all gone wrong
Nothings really changed

We still send up those shivering prayers
In the hope that someone cares
The greasy tills have been stripped bare
And no-one is to blame

The fisherman is silenced, his widom worn down
And we are still won over by the catch cries of the clown

Paying debts that we don't owe
Others reap where once we sowed
Helpless as our children go
Compassion dead and gone

What need you being come to sense
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the ha'pence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer
Until you've dried the marrow to the bone?

In a hundred years or so
When we've paid back what they owe
Maybe then, we'll learn to know
The catch cries of the clown
The catch cries of the clown

• Folk
• political
• protest
• singer-songwriter
• Leitrim Village